Chapter 168: Austin

He woke up slowly, fighting his way through the layers. He was happy. Very happy. He didn't know why, but he was.

Something soft and warm was in his bed. He snuggled closer, his dick waking up before his brain did. Hmmm...it smelled good. Like chocolate and cinnamon.

His eyes popped open. That "it" was Ivy. He'd brought her home last night and they'd made love in every position imaginable. Hard and reckless. Slow and sweet.

Here she was, still in his bed. It hadn't been a dream.

He groaned, a possessiveness rushing through him that he'd never felt before. She was his. He didn't care what they had to do. He wasn't letting her go.

Not ever.

Despite the hard usage of the night before, his dick was quickly coming back to life, not caring one bit how many times he'd climaxed in the hours previous. It was impossible to get too much of Ivy.

There was no "too much."